Soumi Duttagupta The Seed of Eco-Consciousness “Seed is hope!” A fourth-grader with special needs proudly exclaimed during one of my nature writing workshops. This sparked an immediate flurry of responses, as others excitedly chimed in: “Ma’am, seed is forest!”“Ma’am, seed is life!”“Without seed, we will not exist.” I had just narrated the journey of a…
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Rooted Voices: Intertwining Humanity and Nature in Mary Oliver’s “The Black Walnut Tree”
Monobina Nath Human interaction with and passion for the environment, as advocated in poetry, is encapsulated in the genre known as ecopoetry. This genre is characterized by an interdisciplinary approach that combines knowledge of ecology with poetic expression, creating a balance between human needs, interests, traditions, and the natural world. The roots of ecopoetry can…
Sarbani Chakravarti
A Bolt from the Blue The lightning struck,Open field it was, unthreatening. They played there every day, The little girls in white tee and shorts.With rackets in hand,Their ponytails swung as they swayed with the ball. They arrive in big cars, with chauffeur. Petrol and Diesel fumes Unnoticed waft to blend with the air;We breathe…
Sanjukta Dasgupta
SOIL The soiled earth Weeps in distressAs a spiraling stenchRises in the air The soil that birthed The green tirelesslyThrough eons and eonsLies scorched, scarredCharred and tarredA wasteland mourning The loss of all those Leaves in branches Like green bannersUnder the blue canopy. The clayey soilMoist and malleable The potter’s turning wheelSpins shapes in sizes…
Sangeeta Dey (Roy)
EXISTENCE IS AT STAKE. The hostile air has devoured The poetry of cool zephyr.These days, the body and the mind Are equally soaked in the tiresome odour of perspiration.You cannot discern,which is a tear and which are the trickling sweaty beads on the face.The sun happily seems to have come a step further on seeing…
Runa Srivastava
In Silent Protest I protest in silence, In colors nature bestowed: Mountains rise, hills embrace, Verdant terrains, rivers that flow, Seas of azure, oceans vast, The sun, the moon, stars aglow. Sunrise, sunset, the dance of day, Silver, gold, and rust’s warm hues, Purples, pinks, and fiery reds— In my hair, I weave a gift,…
Rudrajit Paul
The lost species: A sonnet She was chirping merrily in the treeLittle bird with a sweet song:Nature had made her small but free-And she had enjoyed this earth for long. But then came the cerebral primate one-Wielding his torch of fireHe wanted everything under the sunUnlimited lust and desire! First, she lost her forest green,Then…
Rituparna Khan
The first cut is the deepest I was so grounded, you remember?Grounded, yet head held high.You tried to uproot me in vain.You slashed me deep to make me fall.This long-lasting affair was on,in a continuum, for so many days.But how many days could you winin a wicked game to put me down?My silent shrill cry,…
Pousali Bhar
A Hymn to Welcome the Apocalypse (to be sung to the tune of your favourite Rabindrasangeet) What a pleasure it is to be aliveTo breathe this smoky breath of industrious humanityTo hear the gurgle of the drowning polar bearsTo taste the nutritious microplastics That are enough to nourish this God-gifted body,To feel against the skin-…
Paramita Mukherjee Mallik
Oh Goddess, in worshipping you, we conserve nature When the Goddess Durga comes down to earthTo fill with prosperity our home and hearth.We worship her with flowers and leaves.Celebrating new hope and igniting our beliefs.With different varieties of flowers she is adornedSo these flowers are well looked after and grown.Garlands of Hibiscus and marigold, her…